While in California, I was blessed to revisit and spend an afternoon with Carolyn Marchetti and her husband Tony. We were having lunch on the verandah when Tony looked out over the valley and said, “Is that smoke?” It was the beginning of a brush fire. It was mind-boggling how fast this thing went from a tiny wisp of smoke that made us wonder if there might be a fire to a huge, raging blaze that engulfed the hillside and threatened the neighbor’s home. I mean, it might have taken a solid five minutes -- maybe -- and it could not have been more than that from the time Tony called 911 until there were two helicopters and a plane or two in the air plus sirens wailing in the distance. Before long there were three choppers, four airplanes and at least two dozen firefighters on the ground. I lost count of the other trucks and operations staff.
Cal Fire saved the day. They were true heroes. I think in the end the blaze burned about 40 acres and no property or lives were lost. Awesome, because ain’t nobody got time for dat.
Cal Fire saved the day. They were true heroes. I think in the end the blaze burned about 40 acres and no property or lives were lost. Awesome, because ain’t nobody got time for dat.